The crowd blinked in silence, her words resonating with some, and sounding like complete nonsense to others.
By now, they were divided into three. Those who had stayed dry and shelteed in the lobby during the rain, but they saw the brutal logic in Sienna's actions. They supported her, or at least, they supported the barrier she was creating between them and the unknown.
Then there were those drenched by the rain chose to be optimistic. The young man's transformation was their hope. They could become powerful, they could be Warriors. They could become strong. They just had to wait.
